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Psst, come here and give me a hug. Can you feel what’s hugging me as you hug me? If you don’t know what that is, then your ignorance about foundation garments is appalling. Some days are corset days, some days are bra days, and some days are dirty hippie days when I wear nothing at all.

I like corsets. I don’t wear them tight enough to permanently change my shape. I wear them just tight enough that they’re not slipping around and being uncomfortable. I can do anything in a corset: fuck, toss cabers, cook, drive, run, kneel and suck, ride carousels– anything I want to do. I like corsets because it feels like someone is always hugging me, like a lover wrapping his or her arms around me as they look over my shoulder.

There are tons of different styles of corsets, ranging from from ancient to modern. I prefer a corset that’s more in a modest Victorian style–one that covers my tits (because why should you have to wear a bra with a corset? That’s stupid!) and comes down far enough on my hips that when I kneel or bend over it doesn’t slip up over the waist band of my jeans.

While corsets may seem expensive and time consuming, they’re really not.

In the long run, corsets work out to be cheaper than bras, especially if you shop around and take good care of your garments. You only need one corset (although more is always fun). You don’t wash it more than once a year (if that). You hang it over a hanger in the closet to air, if you want you can put fabric refresher on it, and the only other expense is buying camisoles to go under the corset. Cotton camis are much cheaper than bras and much easier to wash. Once you practice a time or two, putting on your corset is a cinch because you shouldn’t unlace it after every wearing. You only need to loosen the laces before storage.

Ideally, corsets should be just tight enough not to slide around, like someone giving you a nice hug. There is the practice of corset training, which is a form of body modification. During the Victorian Era, it was the norm to purposely and permanently change a woman’s shape by using corset training.

Corset piercing is another popular form of body modification.

Magically, corsets are like egg shells–protective and decorative. They can be used for magical and psychic protection since they cover your heart, solar plexus, and sacral chakras.

Your corset, when used magically, is an extension of your psychic walls of protection. You can use color magic to boost this principle, applique on stones, or embroider or paint runes and sigils on your corset.

Since corsets shouldn’t be washed, Florida water, of Hoodoo and Zora Neale Hurston fame, can be dabbed on the inside seams that cover the boning to cleanse your corset psychically and to give it a nice scent. Why those particular areas? When applied to the inside seams that cover the boning, the Florida water won’t seep through to the front of the corset and potentially stain the material. (Thanks Ms. Finch!)

Corsets can also be used for self-bondage. A wonderful self bondage/suspension substitution is to lace yourself into a corset (and for this you may lace a little tighter than for normal wear) and go swing on a high “big kid” swing at the park. You know, the ones that get really high into the air.

Just enjoy the moment. Use it as a meditation or a private, sexual moment (or both). Once you get high enough, lean back and just let your body fly through the air–only pumping enough to maintain your height. When you’re done, you can use the gradually slowing motion to bring yourself back down to reality.

These folks hope that you all have a very fun Ostara and fuck like bunnies:

I had considered writing a nice Ostara post last week about creating a fertility spell with Scotch eggs, but I spent my time instead drinking Scotch and watching Justified. So, here we are. When I was a Christian, the Maundy Thursday (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maundy_Thursday) service was one of my favorites. First of all, there was no preaching (Presbyterians don’t preach unless there’s a cause to). Second of all, we got to eat Jesus. Third of all, the Maundy Thursday service is extremely creepy and unsettling if done properly. Our church organist would make these horrendous, blood curdling sounds come from her organ when the scripture about the earth quake was read and the whole sanctuary was pitched into darkness.

While there are many popular traditions with Pagan roots that have been adopted by or continued by Christians, the Eucharist is probably the most hard-core. I’ve often wondered if Jesus knew about things like Dionysian myths when he was setting the scene for the Last Supper. Pagans seem to have all different views about Jesus from he was completely fictional to he is just another name for the God. Personally, I think Jesus was a real man with real followers and real problems but that he was no more the Son of God than I am a daughter of God. Yes, as we all know from the chant, we all come from the Goddess, but we’re not Messiahs. I think he talked a really good talk and created a religion just like Gerald Gardner did based on what people wanted to believe in a repressed society.

He has some interesting points, but like a lot of people, he misses the greater point. The point is not whether modern Pagans erroneously attribute universal fertility symbols to a little known or completely fabricated goddess, the point is that all the things that make Easter “fun” are Pagan. There may not be an unbroken lineage, but Jesus didn’t miraculous turn into a rabbit once he was crucified. So, if it’s not in the Bible it must be Pagan (or so they want us to believe). The egg, however, could be argued not to be Pagan. A Jewish Sadar is the type of meal that was served to Jesus and his apostles at the Last Supper. I wonder why artistic depictions never show matzoh being served and why there is never an empty seat for Elijah?

The sadar egg doesn’t represent fertility. Instead it represents its opposite–destruction–which is vital for balance.

I hope everyone sent Tucker and Tammy an awesome Ostara symbol. As promised, I went the cheap and easy route and mailed them plastic eggs. There were no bow ties, however, because it turns out I’m not that crafty!

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